For this last week or so I've found writing hard. Very hard! And it's not getting any easier.
I went to bed on Thursday thinking if I never wrote another word it would be too soon.
A couple of emails regarding my lack of editing skills have reaffirmed that. Don't get me wrong; they were totally honest, perfectly correct, and very humbling. And True.
I should be better at showing not telling, grammar, dialogue tags etcetera by now.
And I'm not.
If anything I'm getting worse.
I truly do not notice, realize, or see how to change them. Okay if they are pointed out to me I go 'oh… like that!' But see it myself? I can't. And I should.
Then I realized something. When I read I make my own scenarios up, so the show, don't tell bits don't register to me. I'm happy with the bare bones. But I should be noticing and dealing with them in my own writing, and I'm not.
So here is my dilemma. Do I finish what I am contracted for—with lots of apologies to editors, pleas for help to writer friends and sleepless night, and then call it a day?
Or do I accept I need a holiday? A long holiday?
I hope it's just a blue funk, but I'm really scared it isn't.